07-18-2014, 08:52 PM
It got me from "you live up stairs" and then taking me elsewhere. It rings with the fragility of relationships you can't keep up but can't let go. There's a whole other poem between the lines. Nicely done.
(07-18-2014, 08:16 PM)tectak Wrote: I haven't been in touch for a while. I had nothing to say:
and you, you live up stairs, in a different building,
in another city, with your damned clock always telling you
it's the middle of the night, or so it seemed.
That's why I stopped calling...I want you to know that.
So I'm writing to you. Read me when you are awake.
The sun is hot right now. I could lie about the weather
to make for something interesting...but lies, I always knew,
never worked with you. Anyway, that's how it is.
Hot. But that's not what I want to say...
Maybe I will try calling one more time.
When is a good time to catch you in?
tectak
2014
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